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“If you know how to hold your tongue you shall
have one hundred thousand francs.”

Then, drawing a table before the door opening into
the adjoining room, he intrenched himself behind it
as behind a rampart, and awaited the approach of the
enemy.

The next moment the door was forced open, and a squad
of police, under the command of Inspector Gevrol,
entered the room.

“Surrender!” cried the inspector.

Martial did not move; his pistol was turned upon the
intruder.

“If I can parley with them, and hold them in
check only two minutes, all may yet be saved,”
he thought.

He obtained the wished-for delay; then he threw his
weapon to the ground, and was about to bound through
the back-door, when a policeman, who had gone round
to the rear of the house, seized him about the body,
and threw him to the floor.

From this side he expected only assistance, so he
cried:

“Lost! It is the Prussians who are coming!”

In the twinkling of an eye he was bound; and two hours
later he was an inmate of the station-house at the
Place d’Italie.

He had played his part so perfectly, that he had deceived
even Gevrol. The other participants in the broil
were dead, and he could rely upon the Widow Chupin.
But he knew that the trap had been set for him by Jean
Lacheneur; and he read a whole volume of suspicion
in the eyes of the young officer who had cut off his
retreat, and who was called Lecoq by his companions.

CHAPTER LV

The Duc de Sairmeuse was one of those men who remain
superior to all fortuitous circumstances, good or
bad. He was a man of vast experience, and great
natural shrewdness. His mind was quick to act,
and fertile in resources. But when he found himself
immured in the damp and loathsome station-house, after
the terrible scenes at the Poivriere, he relinquished
all hope.

Martial knew that Justice does not trust to appearances,
and that when she finds herself confronted by a mystery,
she does not rest until she has fathomed it.

Martial knew, only too well, that if his identity
was established, the authorities would endeavor to
discover the reason of his presence at the Poivriere.
That this reason would soon be discovered, he could
not doubt, and, in that case, the crime at the Borderie,
and the guilt of the duchess, would undoubtedly be
made public.

This meant the Court of Assizes, prison, a frightful
scandal, dishonor, eternal disgrace!

And the power he had wielded in former days was a
positive disadvantage to him now. His place was
now filled by his political adversaries. Among
them were two personal enemies upon whom he had inflicted
those terrible wounds of vanity which are never healed.
What an opportunity for revenge this would afford
them!

At the thought of this ineffaceable stain upon the
great name of Sairmeuse, which was his pride and his
glory, reason almost forsook him.